But, even with all that fancy gear and an honest attempt at good planning, you can find yourself having bitten off more than you can chew and in the midst of what feels like a death march.
There’s a valley I’d had my eyes on for quite a while, and after the usual pouring over a topo map, Google Earth, and even consulting my trusty Moirs Guidebook, it appeared that a solid overnight trip should have it covered.
So, on a Friday evening, I did the usual last-minute ring around to see who was keen for what for the weekend. We took off at a leisurely hour on Saturday, leaving the truck just before lunch as a team of three, being Joseph, Luke and I.
Now Joseph is built like…